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Pick up the phone.

I know it's him, that's the point! I keep telling him to stay out of it!

-What? -Zawieja's following Kreutz.

-Call her. -She isn't answering.

Fuck.

Zawieja.

Come in. Zawieja?

Come in!

-Coming in. -Turn back.

Strzelecki is taking a risk, I don't want you to get hurt.

-He's leading them to Wrobel's house. -Pucka Island.

German bunkers with a whole network of tunnels.

-Christ, Zawieja... -He's leading them to the baby.

I know you care about the kid, but...

Kreutz took us for a trip years ago.

To show us the murder weapon, and we found shit.

-This time will be different. -Fuck. I'm going to get her.

Let me. It's Radwan.

-You're doing exactly what he wants. -I know what I'm doing!

-Hello. -Can I help you?

I need to talk to Pietrzak, it's urgent.

Okay, come with me.

Here.

He'll be here in a bit.

What is it?

-Hi, Bogdan. -Hi, what's up?

Michal wanted me to give you this.

That boat fits three people max, Prosecutor.

It's gonna be me...

Strzelecki...

...and you.

-Your gun. -We've got to call for backup.

Give me your gun.

-Can I go? -No.

Get Radwan here.

Will you tell me what's going on?

How are you holding up?

Michal fell off the wagon.

He's acting weird, he barely talks to me.

I'm sorry.

Yeah?

Recognize this?

The murder weapon. Missing evidence in Kreutz's case.

When Kreutz took us to that building 10 years ago...

Strzelecki had already gotten there.

He hid this and kept it all this time.

We won't find Kreutz's prints on this...

only the crucifying scumbag's.

But Strzelecki wanted to put Kreutz away.

And such evidence would've blown the case.

Okay, where's Michal now?

Come on in.

Come on, baby.

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe,

catch a tiger by the toe,

if he hollers, let him go, eeny, meeny, miny...

...moe!

Straight ahead.

Over there.

Nocon?

Bro!

Are you here?

Nocon...

It's me, your brother.

Are you here?

I brought you some guests!

Are you here?

It's me, your brother.

Where's the child?

Where is it?

I don't know.

Seek, and ye shall find.

Here.

Fuck.

Zawieja's phone.

Fuck it.

You're going in there, I'm calling for backup.

Come on, Trepa.

Maybe they've gone for a walk?

Fuck. It's not here.

We'll wait...

...and see.

You want me to confess?

I hid that fucking murder weapon.

I didn't want to let you go.

You would've been indicted for complicity.

-What you did to that girl... -It wasn't me!

I've told you a million times!

My little brother crucified that girl.

-Sacrificed her on his path to truth. -Bullshit!

You had Magda killed and her child kidnapped!

-You won't get away, you hear me? -Magda Kosinska, the daughter...

Yet another woman who died for men's sins.

God...

...shall wash away all this shit,

the mob rule, people like you!

Blasphemous cults...

All churches are machines for blasphemy, I know it.

How? Because I'm no one, I am God's servant who listens!

It's the women who are martyrs.

They are, because a few idiots

added to scripture that, "The head of the woman is man."

And what have they turned them into? Sperm vessels.

Your daughter died for your sins, too.

Your sins!

She was crawling on her knees.

Squealing, whimpering in her torment,

and she kept asking:

"What did he do?"

"What did my father do?"

Don't!

-You okay? -Yeah.

Right.

-I'll go here, you go there, okay? -Far from okay.

The child! Where's the child?

Where is the child?

-Where is it? -She knows.

Zawieja... are you okay?

Take Strzelecki.

All right, put your arm around me.

Can you see me? We need to go.

Three, two...

Hurry!

Search the tunnels, the child may be there.

Guys, we're searching the tunnels for the child.

Trepa!

Thank you.

-Up. -Can you sit up?

Strzelecki killed Kreutz.

You've fucked up big time.

I don't know what to tell you. You'll go to jail.

-What are you doing? -Renovating.

Wojtek! It's two AM!

Get the fuck out.

Fucking...

Get the fuck out!

I'm not leaving.